probably been done hundred times

Robot flirting.

This is from my upcoming book “Comics I Deemed Unworthy Of Being Drawn Because The Joke Is Way Too Old And Easy And Isn’t Good In The First Place But Time Made Me Consider To At Least Post It Before It Becomes Even Older”. 

This has probably been done five hundred times already I’m sorry

like ships in the night (you keep passing me by)

To my beautiful (outside and in) @spartanguard. I hope you have a lovely birthday full of everything you deserve (which is a whole lot!). This fic is for you but it doesn’t really express how much I love and appreciate you!!!!!!

Enchanted Forest AU-Princess Emma does a reverse Cinderella and meets a Captain in a tavern instead of a Prince at a ball. A one-shot (for now? might do another chapter)
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Princess Emma’s deerskin slippers made no sound as she walked the darkened street. Up on the hill over looking the port town the imposing and elegant walls of the castle glowed with the light of hundreds of fires and candles. She imagined she could hear the music and laughter of her farewell ball spilling out with the light even though it was impossible at this distance. From this distance the castle looked more like the model in her long abandoned nursery. For a moment she wished to be the young carefree Princess in that nursery and not a woman of twenty-four tasked with a delicate diplomatic mission.

She tore her eyes from the castle and settled them on the mostly empty streets trying to decide which direction would offer her the most distraction. After a few moments consideration she turned toward the harbor and the dockside taverns. She had escaped the castle to enjoy a night of anonymity and freedom before the months of scrutiny and obligation began and sailors seemed the least likely to recognize her. It had been years since she had snuck away from her duties and even longer since she had ventured to the port town instead of one of the closer castle villages.

Dressing up as a peasant had been the game of her youth. Escaping her bodyguards, getting drunk, kissing a village boy, winning a game of chance, and making friends had all felt so freeing and exciting; adventures that proved she was no longer a child. Those small adventures were eventually eclipsed by her diplomatic travels, actual dangers and other hard learned lessons. The palace became her refuge not a place to escape.

Except tonight in the press of people congratulating her and wishing her happiness and safety in her journey she had once again felt that suffocating trapped feeling. The need to escape was overwhelming. She had slipped from the ball room, through the kitchens and the secret service tunnel where miraculously one of her old peasant gowns had still waited.

She tugged at the gown now as she walked closer to the docks and the forest of masts in the harbor. It didn’t quite fit in the chest, her breasts spilling out a bit more than she was used to in her royal gowns, and the material was rougher than she remembered. She ran her hands down her skirt ensuring that the dagger was still discreetly hidden and pulled her long golden hair over her chest.

The streets near the dockside taverns were dotted with people. Drunken shouts and songs echoed along with moaning from various alleyways. It felt alive and raw in a way Emma had forgotten existed and she smiled; this was just what she needed.

The tight coil in her shoulders loosened as she pushed open the door of the “Royal Swan” Light, warmth, noise, and the smell of beer greeted her. She glanced over the room. There was not a uniform in sight and the men looked rough but not dangerous. There was a generous amount of women some serving drinks others glued to the sides of men. Emma wondered how many were there for a free drink and some fun and how many were working and if it really mattered either way.

The place felt just on the margin of safe and dangerous. She locked eyes with a brunette bar maid who gave her a nod and came her way after dropping off a tankard.

“You looking to work?”

Emma shook her head. “Just for a good time.” She was careful to elongate her vowels and disguise the precise diction that would immediately identify her as not belonging.

The woman gave her an assessing look and a short nod. “Well there are plenty men here willing to show you a good time.” A loud burst of laughter caused them both to turn toward the table in the back. Emma caught her breath.

A dark haired man dressed entirely in black leather sat sandwiched between two women. He laughed as two large men stood from their table throwing gold coins down.

“Thanks for playing mates,” he called as the women collected the coins from the table for him. His smile and swagger stirred something in Emma, the excitement of a challenge or maybe just raw physical attraction.

“What about him?” she asked.

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Requested: I saw someone asked you to write a imagine based on shawn breaking up with the person on stage and I thought why not turn it into Shawn proposing on stage.

Your name: submit What is this?


You’re watching your boyfriend of five years perform from the side of the stage like you’ve done probably hundreds of times before. You’ve been with him since you were both fifteen, back when his career was just beginning. It’s been a crazy ride, but it’s been so amazing to watch his career grow and how amazingly he’s handled everything.

Even though his career made your relationship difficult sometimes, you two have managed to make it work through all of the ups and downs, and crazy fans and outrageous articles written about the two of you.  

About halfway through the show, Shawn starts talking. You’re confused because you’ve seen this show so many times before, and you know he doesn’t normally give a speech at this point in the show. He starts talking about how his career started, about how he started out as just a kid in his bedroom. Then he says, “And even though I was just a fifteen year old scrawny kid back then. A bunch of you guys saw something in me. And I can’t thank you enough for that, because I wouldn’t be here without you all.” He has to pause because the fans are screaming so loud. After a few moments, he continues, “Another really special girl saw something in me around that time too.”

He starts walking towards the side of the stage where you are standing, and you take a few steps back. You don’t want to go onstage. You definitely prefer to be behind the scenes, hidden backstage. Actually being on the stage is Shawn’s thing. He jogs towards you before you can take any more steps away. He grabs your hand intertwines your fingers, leading you onto the stage and to the middle where someone has just placed a chair. Once you’re in the middle of the stage, Shawn speaks into your ear so only you can hear, knowing that the crowd is freaking you out. “It’s fine babe. Just sit down, I’m right here.” You take a seat in the chair, already having an idea of what he’s about to do. You have a feeling the crowd knows too, as their screams are deafening.

“(Y/n), you’ve stood by me these last five years, and I know sometimes that was not the easy thing to do.” You guys exchange a knowing look, and even though you know thousands of people are looking at you right now, it feels like Shawn and you are the only two people in the room. He has a way of doing that to you.

He continues, “But we’ve grown so much together, and there’s no one who knows me as well as you do. (Y/n), I love you. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you.” You’re crying at this point. He’s holding the mic close to his mouth so that everyone can hear the words coming out of his mouth, and you’re hearing them too, but you’re mostly staring into his eyes. You see so much honesty and love in those eyes. And you know you want to spend the rest of your life looking into those brown eyes. You’ve known for a long time.

He gets down on one knee and pulls out a ring box out of his pocket. He takes a moment to open it then holds it out in front of you. “Marry me, (Y/n).”

A huge smile spreads across your face. And you just nod because you’re too choked up to speak.

He’s getting a little choked up too. He puts the mic down on the stage and takes the ring out of the box. You hold out your left hand and he places the ring on your finger. You lean forward and kiss him, not even caring how many people are watching. He grabs the mic off the ground and you both stand up. He wraps his arms around you, and then kisses you again briefly.

“I love you,” You say, and even with the loud screams coming from the audience he manages to hear you.

“I love you too,” He responds. After a few moments, he brings the mic back to his mouth. “Give it up for my fiancé!” He shouts into the mic and the fans get even louder, and you didn’t even think that was possible.


jazzclub!au that has probably been done a hundred times but oh well

Ladybug is the mysterious jazz singer with soft, soothing vocals that the owner has open the night. Chat Noir is the boisterous, vivacious show-stopper who just wants to sing a duet with her. The two make sure to hide their faces under hats and shadows as best they can because during the day, Chat Noir is Adrien, the up-and-coming pianist at the theatre next door and Ladybug is Marinette, the apprentice seamstress that the theatre owner’s daughter (Chloe) loves to keep back stage.

❤ Cherik Rec Fic List ❤

Well, I know this probably has been done a hundred times, and most Cherik fans have read these fics already, but I still wanted to make a rec list of Cherik stories <3

So here you have, some of my favs so far:

~A pertinent reminder: Sometimes it’s easy to forget that getting involved in Erik’s mob business isn’t all fine dining and sex on yachts. There’s nothing like taking a couple of bullets to remind Charles of the reality.

~Paper monstersCharles meets Erik Lehnsherr, his favorite novelist of all time at a coffee shop, but doesn’t know it’s him, and Erik just criticizes his own writing in front of his biggest fan.

~Fools and their mamasCharles FINALLY gets to meet Erik’s mother in person! Sure she doesn’t know any English (besides knowing when Erik is cursing and thus requiring a good smack) and sure Charles doesn’t have a great history when it comes to mothers, but Erik is sure everything will be stupendous, when he has brain power left over from trying to find a way to ask Charles to move to the Lensherr estate.

~Home Together (The Finding Our Way Remix)Erik is not the sort of person other students strike up conversations with. His expression, his posture, every part of his manner say: Don’t talk to me. I don’t want to talk to you. But none of that stops the boy ahead of him in line with the collapsible white cane, and nothing can stop Erik from falling for him, like it or not.

~It was a red scarf semesterWhen Erik makes a bet that he can get into Charles Xavier’s pants before the semester ends, he doesn’t expect Charles to resist quite so much. And he doesn’t expect Charles to change everything he thought he knew about mutants, friendship, and love.

~It was a yellow umbrella springThree years after Charles left for Oxford, Erik discovers that Charles is coming back to New York. Second chances are wonderful things. (sequel to ‘It was a red scarf semester’)

~Lonesome On the Shelf: After three years of marriage, Charles has to admit that his relationship with Erik has significantly cooled off. These days, they’re barely ever home at the same time and it seems like every conversation they have turns into an argument. Charles misses the way they used to be, misses the spontaneous dinner parties and the surprise morning sex and the wake up calls in the early mornings to catch the sunrise. But it’s going to take two of them to fix this marriage, and some days, it seems as if all Erik wants is to be rid of him. A fic about rekindling marriage.

~Is it Erik with a C or a K?:  When Charles sexts his boss instead of his latest squeeze during one late night of report writing, the first thing he expects is a sexual harassment law suit and the last thing is Mr. Lehnsherr actually fucking him hard into his desk. (Or the one where the moral of this story is don’t check who you sext if you want your boss to bone you.)

~Order UpCharles has a terrible habit of multitasking, and that is probably why he absentmindedly tells the pizza man that he loves him when hanging up. Then the pizza man says it back. And Charles is pretty much smitten from there.

~Humane SocietyOnce Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he’s Charles’ cat and not his boyfriend.

~Omega OnlineNewly imprinted Charles is having trouble dealing with his overly protective alpha—so in desperation he seeks advice in an omega chat room. Emma Frost is more than happy to help, Raven isn’t helping at all, and Erik can’t stand to be out of touch with Charles for more than five minutes at a time.

~Lean On MeTen years ago, Charles and Erik split up, dividing their six kids between them. None of them expect them to meet at summer camp. And no one could have predicted the results.

~ImprintInspired by, but not actually a fill for, this prompt: Charles/Erik Unwanted sub: There are stories where Charles is Erik’s sub and they are both happy, but what about some more angsty theme? AU where mutants and humans live together but mutants think themselves more important and often treat humans like dirt. Sub/Dom pairs are created by imprinting. Mutants generally imprint on mutants and Erik who is the most powerful among them thinks that he will have equally powerful sub. Turns out that he imprints on Charles – a brilliant yet entirely human Professor. The moment of imprinting: overpowering, irresistible, and most importantly, uncontrollable. As Charles and Erik are about to find out.

I think this is all for now <3

But by all means, if someone has a good fic to recommend, I’d love to read it <3 (looking for a good fic sometimes takes forever OTL)